Merlot

I traverse the evening with a glass of wine From a newly opened bottle of Merlot In the morning my head will ache! Ache with the growth of a cherry stone Embedding its roots, suckering up To punch its way out; skywards But for now, I am content to just lie In her arms watch the sunset Strawberry lips rose-tinted On our white empty wardrobes Whose door lays still slightly agape? Reminding me of all our chores, Left like cemetery flowers. You never have a mind to clear Soon it'll be 2 A.M. then even 4 We'll hear the milk delivered And wonder what the hell for.